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Tyler Steven Clark

Tyler Steven Clark

A band in Nantucket

There once was a man from Nantucket
Who sat out and played on his bucket
He was joined by a singer from Maine
Who’s blues so sweet, would make it rain
Together they’d play, nearly everyday
Until the flooded townsfolk chased them away

(2014)

#Blues #Funny #MaineNantucket #Short #Singing

Altre opere di Tyler Steven Clark...
A Saddled Whale

I put a saddle on a whale I traveled faster than all could s… I can’t return home though I’ve been stranded on rocks Since people get angry
A retiring hero

He was the greatest hero From a time that’s long and passed He cleans the streets to this day Though he now gets easily gassed They found him wondering in a park…
A good kind of day

I woke up this morning With my hair knotted in every way But it did not bother me not one b… Since today’s a good kind of day I reached for the bedroom door
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Tippy tom

Tippy Tom liked to drink Tippy Tom would raise a stink Tippy Tom would stumble out Tippy Tom would walk about Tippy Toms gone missing
The cat

I let the cat out To explore the yard It scratched at the fence But the fence was to hard It laid about then swallowed
The musician

In the streets lived a musician Who played with no beat he did not even know how to read from a sheet he’d strum his fiddle
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Hello from the moon

Hello is this Houston It’s the man on the moon Yah life up heres great And theirs plenty of room I’ve found no life
What you wouldn't know

If you walk past me Oh, the things you would not know There’s plenty of stories and tale… If you stop to say hello
Living in the vents

I am the one Who lives in your vents Its a rather nice life Not worrying about rent My favorite hobby is
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A virus

I covered it in blankets Even gave it a thermometer I called up my doctor To see if he could save my monitor He said he’s no repair man
Bubble blower

If I could invent one thing It would be a bubble blower I’d make myself a bubble friend And really get to know her I’d make myself some bubble boxers
The class

Jessey caught the measels Joey caught the mumps Jane came down with the flu And jacks been in a slump The teacher has gone missing
The same old pair

I always tuck my tongues Down into my socks I wouldn’t want them to scrape the… And have to taste the rocks I look out for my shoes
Martin J and the month of May

Martin J, Martin J Simply loved the month of May March and April were to grey And nothing compared To his month of May
A stutter

As I walked through the woods I saw a heard of doe, doe, doe But I returned shortly As the ray, ray, rain began to flo… My job you ask me, me, me



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